I was treating the past as if it could be mined for clues, for reasons.
But the past resists that.
It holds too much evidence of too many things.

“As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagine…”

“And here we are, so different from who we were on September 10th. And also diff…”

“Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proxi…”

“Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap…”